Perfect Tommy

I know. Practice. We’re talking about practice.

Still.

25 of 25. Perfect. Perfect Tommy.

This without Jules et Danny. According to the breathless reports from Friday’s scrimmage, Brady was slinging it, too; at one point hitting promising rookie WR Malcolm Mitchell with a “60ish” bomb for a TD. And for those who’ve worried so much about Brady’s affect, he embraced the elephant in the room, speaking - albeit briefly - to local pigskin pundits and bobbleheads after practice about his impending four-game suspension.

This was a day for those of us who take Tom Brady at his word; that he will play until he’s 45 or he wins his 5th Super Bowl (whichever comes first). Unless he wins his 5th ring in SB51 and New England locks up Dont’a Hightower, Jamie Collins, Malcolm Butler and Jabaal Sheard. In that possible future, I could see Brady coming back for one more for the other thumb.

Or the other middle finger.

For those who believe decline is inevitable for a 39-year old quarterback, that Brady will be a “bum” sooner rather than later, this was just another practice session that proves nothing. That’s okay. I think TB12 may be some kind of weird doubt vampire that finds your lack of faith delicious. So for those of you drinking the haterade, have another round on me.

Open a tab. I’ll give the bartender my credit card. Drink up!

Keep saying you think he did “something” even if you don’t know what that “something” was. Say that his legacy is stained. Say that he’s old; tell him Father Time is undefeated. Remind him that what he’s trying to do has never been done before; that it’s impossible.

Please.